Of Threats, Alerts & Everyday Madness
Sometimes you need a crisis to kickstart your slumbering personal blog and I've lately been having an incessantly insistent itch, among anxiety, disbelief and other obvious shocking reactions (I'll get into this in a bit). For the first five days, I brushed off my urge to scratch it, thinking it'd go away if I focus elsewhere. But then it started to feel like a dozen ants brought in their kin to party under my skin (ooh that rhymes - should I write a poem at this point?). And that's when it dawned on me, there's only one solution... and that is, to run to my old, worn journal and spill it all. So, here I am! And a teeny warning - this might be a tad longer than my usual ones. So, ten days ago, had someone asked my what my top concern in life was, I'd just probably have said one of the three - a. being stuck in a creative slump b. not finding enough time for me-time (and we-time/V-time; yes, Mr V, I know you're reading this :P) or c. the never-ending gui...
